Freddy, the wiener dog, is a fiend for apple pie. That big snout knows the second apple pie is brought into the house. When Jeff finished dinner, Freddy went bonkers until Jeff broke out the pie. Bonkers. The only food worse than apple pie is peanut butter. Jeff will definitely get his nose nipped if he delays with the pie.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
|Blaine, the cat|
|Nail Trimming at the Vet's Ofc.|
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Freddy, the wiener dog, talks and he's quite expressive. He uses the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. For instance, when Freddy absolutely can't wait another second for dinner, Freddy puts his paws on Jeff's chest and nips his nose. Freddy did that to me once. It's funny and scary to see that large snout of teeth coming at you, like an alligator. He does it so quickly that you see a big flash of teeth and then feel a mosquito bite on your nose. He never breaks the skin – just a quick nip to say, “I’m eating NOW!”
|Walking with Daddy and hammerhead shark|
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
|Freddy's favorite chair and woobie pillow|
Freddy, the wiener dog, is always on guard duty. Freddy has a particular sharp bark for arrivals - "I'm on guard duty here." "Who is it?" I just noticed that it includes the word "hello." Nana called and Eric answered the phone, "Hi Nana." No response from Freddy. When Eric handed the phone to me, I said, "Hello." This prompted Freddy to come charging into the room with his "Who is it?" bark. He wouldn't stop. I kept saying, "Freddy, it's okay. It's Nana." but the barking continued. Finally, I put the phone to his ear so he could hear her voice -- the barking stopped. Thanks for being on alert, Freddy, but I've got this one.
Freddy, the wiener dog, wants parents to teach their children the most basic doggie manners. He’s surprised that they don’t anymore. (1) Never approach a strange dog without asking. He may look like a stuffed toy, but if he bites your kid then he’s in trouble. Three-year-olds aren’t allowed to run up to German Shepherds. Why are they allowed to run up to Freddy, especially when he’s growling? (2) Once they receive permission to approach, their hand should never reach over his head. It should come underneath with their fingers safely hidden. A hand is like a doggie’s mouth. Coming overhead is not the doggie universal sign for petting – It’s a sign of aggression. But, if he bites your kid’s fingers then he’s in trouble. This has been a public service announcement, and Freddy thanks you.
Monday, June 27, 2011
|Favorite chair and pillow.|
Freddy, the wiener dog, chases squirrels. The squirrels run up and down the top of our six-foot wooden fence. Freddy growls and runs as fast as he can up and down the yard, but he never catches one. The squirrels actually stop on the fence and squawk at him and twitch their tails. It sounds like they’re laughing at him. Why won’t Freddy chase something that’s slow and on the ground?
Update: Daisy has discovered the Evil Squirrels and she's determined to get one. She runs from window to window looking for them. There's one that sits outside our laundry door and waits for her. Evil Squirrels.
|Walking with his hammerhead shark!|
Sunday, June 26, 2011
When Freddy, the wiener dog, doesn’t want to do something, he rolls over and shows you his soft underbelly. He did that for morning walk time. I picked him up and he started grunting like a pig, but frantically and loudly. “Somebody help!” I put him on the big bed and the loud noises immediately stop. He ran over and body-slammed Jeff. “Home base!” Silly doggie. Mommy can wake Daddy up for a walk too.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Freddy, the wiener dog, barks at airplanes – every single airplane that flies over the house. On Saturdays, the airport changes flight patterns and we have a lot of airplanes flying overhead. When a plane is approaching, Freddy runs outside, looks up into the sky, and barks at it. Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark. He thinks he’s protected his territory because the airplane flies away. Of course, it doesn’t help that whenever he runs outside to bark at an airplane I yell, “Get the aliens!”
Freddy, the wiener dog, spends hours hunting lizards. Oh goodie! There’s a big, fat salamander loose in the house. (Mark said, “Mommy screams like a little girl.”) Eric tried to catch it, but I called for Freddy. He totally didn’t notice it. What kind of hound dog is he?!
|Waiting for breakfast.|
|Freddy with his blue bird.|
Friday, June 24, 2011
Freddy, the wiener dog, knows when a storm is coming. He starts acting up about two hours before it arrives – barking at nothing, constantly looking out the sliding glass doors but refusing to go outside, walking through the house checking on everybody. Every time I think, “Freddy, what’s wrong with you?” Then, two hours later I hear the thunder. You’d think by now I’d be used to it….the doggie barometer.
Freddy, the wiener dog, has known the boy next door for seven years. This doesn’t stop Freddy from barking at Kevin – He’s not part of Freddy’s immediate family so he must be barked at. When Kevin came over last night, Freddy didn’t bark at him. Wow! Freddy kept his ears up and would twist his head from side to side when Kevin spoke, but Freddy didn’t bark. Had Freddy finally accept Kevin? Um, no. The boys had a sleepover, and when Kevin woke up Freddy started barking at him. When Eric told Freddy to stop barking, Freddy would bark a defiant “boof” in return. When Eric told Freddy again to stop barking, Freddy gave another defiant “boof” in return. Freddy’s “boofs” got quieter and quieter, then he gave one final “boof” in protest and stopped. Freddy is now going through the house looking for things to bark at – He just looked out the front window and barked at a butterfly.
|Waiting in the hallway for Daddy.|
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Freddy, the wiener dog, is a hound dog. The highlight of Freddy's day is hunting lizards. Here in Florida, our house is surrounded by lizards. You'd think that Freddy would catch dozens and dozens every day. Sadly, he rarely catches one. However, Freddy joyfully digs through each bush, each trench, and around the pool patio. I'm cheering for the underdog...well, the hound dog.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
|Curled up for a rest.|
Freddy, the wiener dog, is a Mini Dachshund. He’s a little dog. Unfortunately, he’s a grizzly bear inside – an angry bear. He picks fights with the big dogs and doesn't back down. He looks like the Tasmanian Devil from the Bugs Bunny cartoons when he winds himself up into a frenzy. And, Freddy is worse when he’s carrying a woobie. After the duck incident he’s positive they’re all after his woobies.
Freddy, the wiener dog, has had quite an odd day. Perhaps he's just tired from his big adventures yesterday - beach and swimming. He did bark for two hours at the beach - some woman sat near us (and not somewhere else on the empty beach). Freddy thinks that he owns everything as far as he can see. Usually that's not a lot, but it is at the beach.
|Boys of Summer|
|A very little curious puppy.|
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Freddy, the wiener dog, always reminds us that he’s The Baby. His favorite way is body-slamming. He climbs in Mommy and Daddy’s big bed and crawls under the blanket. Then, to get really comfortable, he body-slams into us. Now, it can take 6-7 body-slams to get into the perfect position. Of course, if we try to move, then we’ll get mule kicked to get back into place.
Freddy, the wiener dog, loved his duck. It made him feel like a big, tough doggie when he walked with the duck. When we had a bad thunderstorm, Freddy hid in the closet with his duck. When we out for an evening’s walk with his duck, the neighbor’s Golden Retriever puppy Tank ran into our yard. Freddy dropped his duck and started growling, barking, and pulling against his leash to get to Tank. Jeff pulled Freddy out of the way and into safety (although friendly, Tank was much, much larger than Freddy). Then, Tank saw Freddy’s duck! He grabbed it and ran with it for ten minutes while the neighborhood children screamed and chased after Tank to get the duck back to Freddy. Oh no! Never touch another dog’s toy! For the next morning’s walk, Freddy refused to take his duck. Instead, he picked a mini-pink bear. I thought we’d have to put the duck into the washing machine now that Tank touched it. But, Freddy likes his woobies filthy dirty. What to do? Would Freddy continue to shun the duck? The saga continued. Finally, we had to say good-bye to the duck. Freddy tore it apart. Bad duck. Freddy finally shook it to death. We had a moment of silence for the duck. Freddy now hates that puppy. Tank will never be forgiven for stealing Freddy’s duck.
|Headed into a trench with purple octopus.|
Freddy, the wiener dog, loves digging WWI-looking trenches. They’re long and winding - the width of a Mini Dachshund so only Freddy can walk in them. They’re deep, though. When Freddy goes down into a trench, you can’t see him anymore. These are very handy for hiding stuffed animals, hunting for lizards, putting in a sprinkler line or planting a tree. However, the trenches are very bad around the pool, the side of the house, underneath the water pump for the pool, etc. – basically anywhere something will collapse. Freddy is obsessed with digging his WWI trenches, especially in the summertime. We have a two Bald Cypress trees at the back of the yard. Freddy likes to dig trenches around the roots too. Freddy is a powerful digger. His hind legs brace him so he doesn’t move forward in his dirt tug-of-war. He stretches out the length of his body and then uses the powerful muscles in his chest as he scoops dirt with his front paws and then flings it behind him. Dirt travels 5-6 feet. Freddy is also a fast digger. He can use his front paws to quickly move smaller amounts of dirt. Of course, all of this makes a very dirty doggie. He hates getting into the shower. Probably like all boys, he doesn’t like clean water. It’s a waste of good dirt.